Nocturne Bar.

The lighting was seductive, the crystal chandelier hung down, refracting light like shattered gold.

The air was filled with the aroma of alcohol, and the entire space seemed coated in a thin layer of golden mist.

Yu Wantang slowly opened her eyes, and what met her eyes was this world of luxury and decadence.

She lowered her head and glanced at herself.

A wine-red knee-length dress with soft fabric and a sharp cut perfectly showcased her slender waist and a section of fair calves, bright and vivid like a burning fire.

The coffee table was covered with opened bottles of foreign liquor.

Half-empty wine glasses were haphazardly placed next to the tray, and the ice cubes had melted down to just small transparent particles.

A dozen or so people sat around, men and women, laughter and the sound of clinking glasses mixed together, making one's temples throb with noise.

"Little System, what is the situation?"

The system's voice clearly cut into her mind amidst the noisy background sounds.

【Task World No. 006.】

【World Type: CEO's Substitute Lover】

【Plot Summary: The Original Host is the male lead Fu Chenzhou's white moonlight.

The two met and fell in love, and later the Original Host went abroad for further studies, breaking up peacefully.】

【As soon as the white moonlight went abroad, he turned around and found a substitute.

Female lead Lin Zhiyi came from an ordinary background, and Fu Chenzhou kept her by his side, making her dress according to the Original Host's style.】

【After the Original Host returned to China, Fu Chenzhou pestered her relentlessly and tormented Lin Zhiyi to death.

When Lin Zhiyi finally left in despair, he suddenly woke up, and in order to win back the female lead, he pinned all the blame on the Original Host, suppressing her career and causing the Original Host to hit rock bottom.】

System prompt: 【This task: Change the Original Host's ending, let her career return to its peak, and make him regret it.】

"Finding a substitute right after the white moonlight goes abroad, what kind of deep affection is this?

It's clearly lacking in virtue.

The Original Host is obviously just cannon fodder."

The system said helplessly, "There's no helping the tropes of short dramas; all female characters involved in emotional entanglements with the male lead are supporting females."

"Little System, can I..." Yu Wantang asked with a hint of probing.

"No!"

"I haven't even said it yet."

The system reminded, 【Host, calm down.

I know you want to headshot the male lead, but this is a lawful society, so we still need to abide by the law.】

Yu Wantang didn't reply, picking up the untouched glass of champagne in front of her and taking a sip.

The bubbles burst on the tip of her tongue, and the coolness slid down her throat.

"Current plot: Fu Chenzhou is throwing a birthday party for you at the bar.

He drank a little alcohol and, in order to attract your attention, deliberately called the female lead over to humiliate her in public."

Yu Wantang put down her wine glass and raised her eyes to scan the booth.

She quickly found Fu Chenzhou.

The man leaned lazily against the sofa, his black shirt collar open, revealing a small patch of skin below his collarbones.

One of his hands rested on the back of the sofa, while the other held half a glass of whiskey between his fingers.

The amber-colored liquor left a thin layer on the wall of the glass, and the ice cubes inside slowly rotated.

The light struck down from the top of his head, adding a bit of languidness to his brows and eyes, making that face appear even more profound and sharp.

Yu Wantang withdrew her gaze, lowered her eyes, and cursed inwardly.

If this scumbag wanted to chase his white moonlight, couldn't he just buy a plane ticket and chase her abroad?

The white moonlight just went abroad for further studies, she isn't dead.

Could it be that a dignified CEO can't even afford a plane ticket?

Or is he a deadbeat who can't buy tickets?

Before she could continue cursing in her heart, her gaze was attracted by another figure at the entrance.

Lin Zhiyi wore a light-colored long dress, her fair skin emitting a soft glow under the lights.

Her brows and eyes were delicate, the ends of her hair slightly curled, and she lowered her head, looking like a hibiscus emerging from the water.

Lin Zhiyi stood there, somewhat at a loss, and no one invited her to sit down.

Fu Chenzhou's brothers sat on both sides, some smiling, some sizing her up, their gazes carrying a knowing mockery, like looking at an item displayed in a store window waiting for someone to bid on it.

Fu Chenzhou didn't look at her.

He held his wine glass, his gaze falling in Yu Wantang's direction, the arc of the corners of his mouth raised a little bit.

The system spoke up again.

"In the original plot, next Fu Chenzhou's brothers will make Lin Zhiyi toast you, and they will also say that no matter how much she learns to be like you, she is still a fake.

She will be humiliated to the point of being unable to step down, and the Original Host will also have an even worse impression of her due to misunderstandings."

Yu Wantang gently swirled the wine glass in her hand, her eyes icy.

The man in the floral shirt on the left side of the booth already spoke with a smile: "Zhiyi, today is Sister Wantang's birthday.

Won't you toast a glass?"

Someone nearby immediately chimed in: "That's right, you should at least show some gesture."

The floral shirt leaned back, crossed his legs, and scanned Lin Zhiyi up and down: "But to be honest, this dress is quite similar to Sister Wantang's.

It's a pity that fake is fake; no matter how similar it is, it can't become real."

The voice wasn't heavy, light and airy, but it pierced people's hearts like a needle.

A low chuckle sounded around, someone whistled, someone clinked glasses, and the clinking sound of glass echoing scattered all around in a circle.

Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips tightly, her eyelashes trembled twice, and the wine glass in her hand was tightly clenched.

Fu Chenzhou still leaned against the sofa, his fingertips slowly rubbing the rim of the wine glass, without speaking out to protect her.

The fire in Yu Wantang's heart suddenly flared up with a "whoosh."

She stood up, snatched the wine glass from Lin Zhiyi's hand, and casually placed it on the bar counter nearby.

"What toast?"

She stood beside Lin Zhiyi, her gaze falling on the floral shirt's face, "If she doesn't want to drink, she won't drink.

She has the right to refuse."

The smile on the floral shirt's face stiffened for a moment, then quickly piled up again: "Sister Wantang, we're just joking."

"Joking?"

Yu Wantang looked at him, "Only when the other party finds it funny is it called a joke."

The floral shirt laughed awkwardly and added another sentence: "Sister Wantang, you don't know, this Lin Zhiyi is originally..."

"Is what?"

Yu Wantang interrupted, her gaze fierce, "Supposed to stand here and be humiliated by you guys?"

"Wantang, she was willing to drink it herself."

Fu Chenzhou's voice was deep, carrying a bit of post-drinking hoarseness.

"Fu Chenzhou, does your upbringing teach you not to respect women?

Or do you think this is super cool?"

Yu Wantang fired on all cylinders.

"You're drunk."

"The one who is drunk is you."

She sneered, "Normal people at most throw a drunken tantrum when drunk, but you're something else—you step on other people's dignity as soon as you drink a little."

Someone stood up to smooth things over, "Sister Wantang, Brother Fu cares about you too much, that's why..."

"Shut up!"

Yu Wantang didn't even spare him a glance.

"What does caring about me have to do with insulting women?

You guys insult people, and you still want me to take the blame?"

The floral shirt lowered his head, not daring to meet her gaze.

"You guys are dressed like human beings, but trash comes out of your mouths the moment you speak.

Besides helping Fu Chenzhou abuse women, do you have any other skills?"

Someone stammered, "Since she is willing to follow Brother Fu, she should know her place."

"Her place—is it your turn to decide?"

"Besides, who she follows, what business is it of yours?

Are you the Pacific police, minding business so far and wide?"